#oc x oc fanfic

[larz-barz]

Perfect imperfections

Warning(s)/info: Insecure beans, Satoshi is @shycroissanti’s oc

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No matter how much Satoshi trained, he always felt like he wasn’t good enough.

His thoughts have improved since he met Mikitama.

What’s unbelievable to him, is when he learned Miki is insecure as well.

He walked into her bedroom after knocking, his eyes widening when he sees his angel curled up on her bed, crying.

He carefully walks to her side. “What happened, my little angel..?” Satoshi asks in a soft whisper, a worried expression on his face.

Miki peaks up at him and sniffles softly, tears running down her cheeks.

“Sh-Shishi, c-can you please be honest with me…?” She asks in a shaky, teary voice and he nods immediately as he takes her in his arms.

“Oh, of course, love… I will always be honest with you.” He kisses her forehead.

She sniffles and wipes her tears away a bit roughly, making Satoshi’s eyes widen as he takes her hand away from her face. “Darling, you should be more careful with your adorable face…” He murmurs and gently wipes her tears away with his thumbs. “Now, what’s wrong..?”

Miki nuzzles her face into the crook of his neck and he tightens his arms around her as she takes a shaky breath.

“A-am I a w-weak, ugly f-freak…?” Satoshi’s eyes widen from Mikitama’s soft, shaky question.

He hugs her even tighter. “No, my little angel, of course you’re not a freak..! And you’re definitely not weak or ugly. You’re the most beautiful and strongest girl I’ve ever met, and I feel so lucky that I get to call you mine.” He looks into her teary eyes as he speaks, letting her know how serious he is about this.

He gently strokes her soft ears and kisses her forehead. “You being a yokai is what makes you unique. You’re so beautiful and special, little angel. I admire you so much more than you know. To me, you’re so beyond perfect.”

He softly kisses her on the lips, to which Miki reciprocates immediately, the two of them blushing as they pull away.

“I love you so much, my darling Miki. Thank you for everything. I’m so thankful to have you in my life.”

Mikitama’s blush deepens as she snuggles into his warm embrace.

“I love you so much too, Shishi… You’re the best… I couldn’t ask for a better man to love and call mine…”

He smiles from her words and lays down with her in his arms, the two of them quickly falling asleep.

~the end~

i hope you like it🥺

[spiderbte]

“your oc goes against canon!!!" you're not fun

[myvirtuallove]

Sleeplessness. || Desiree x Demetrius

desiree wakes up to find demetrius wide awake, at a pretty late hour too. she tries to occupy him with a sweet treat :)

— 🫶🏾. (not proofread) ft. @cleverchildblizzard ‘s character demetrius

it was pretty late, around 2 in the morning. yet, here he was, wide awake. his eyes were fixated on the tv, some random show he put on to fill the silence as he laid in bed.

his eyes soon drifted away from the tv though, now fixated onto his girlfriend, desiree, who was resting peacefully beneath him. his arms were wrapped around the woman, his head resting atop of her chest.

a small smile appeared on his face as he stared at her sleeping state, quietly admiring the sleeping beauty in front of him, the tv light shining onto her brown skin, illuminating it.

her rest soon came to a halt though, as she began to shift around, eventually beginning to stir in her sleep. he sat up a little, watching as her eyes fluttered open, seeing her stretch before her eyes lazily drifted onto him. her eyes went a little wide as they both made eye contact.

“..demetrius.” her voice was a little groggy. he hummed, waiting to see what she would say. she didn’t say anything though, her hands immediately going to grab her phone off the nightstand, checking the time. it was almost three…in the morning.

“have you been up this whole time?” she asked after clearing her throat, her expression contorting into one of a little bit of concern as she put her phone back down, turning back to him.

“..yea. can’t sleep baby.” he muttered, feeling her manicured hand move behind his head as she looked down at him. “you try anything to help you fall asleep?”

“pretty much..nothin’s helping though..” he muttered, relaxing himself as he laid his head atop of her chest again, looking up at her. “i didn’t wake you did i?” he asked, desiree shaking her head.

“not at all.” she replied softly, leaning in to press a kiss to his forehead. the two laid like that for a little, before desiree suddenly spoke up.

“hey.” her voice rang through his ears, making him sit up. she gestured for him to get up, so he did, desiree slipping out of bed, stretching. she then turned to him, an excited grin on her face.

“what is it?” he asked, a little confused at the sudden burst of energy. she chuckled a little, gently grabbing his hands and pulling him out of bed. “just c’mere..please?”

he gave a crooked grin, still a little confused but obliged, curious as to what she had planned all of a sudden.

desiree lead him out of the room, making their way into the kitchen. demetrius leaned against the counters with crossed arms, seeing desiree hastily dig through the cabinets in search of something, before letting out a satisfied hum.

she pulled out a box of brownie mix, making her way over to him. “since you can’t sleep..how about we make some brownies?” she said with a smile, gesturing to the box. it was a mix of cookie brownies. “i know it won’t exactly help buuttt…it’s brownies.”

demetrius glanced at the box, before sitting up, looking at her with a smile on his face. “who would turn down brownies?”

desiree chuckled. “see, you get it.”

…

demetrius moved behind desiree, watching as she mixed the brownie batter, albeit having a little trouble. his arms moved to slip around her waist, his head resting in the crook of her neck as he watched her.

“did you make the cookie dough?” she asked with a slight huff, her arm working to mix the batter. “yea, heated the oven too…you need some help?” he asked, his tone a little teasing. he chuckled a little as he heard her let out a huff.

“no.” she muttered. “you sure?” he asked, hearing her let out a yawn. “‘m sure.” she muttered tiredly, her attempts to assure him being in vain as his hands gently moved atop of hers, helping her properly mix up the ingredients.

“gotta mix it like this, so everything comes together.” he muttered. desiree hummed, suddenly a little curious. “you bake often?”

“not anymore. i can make a few things from scratch, though.” he replied. “really? maybe you could teach me sometime..” she muttered, hearing him hum in response. “maybe.” he spoke, pressing a kiss to her neck, desiree leaning into the kiss.

…

they had soon mixed the cookie dough and brownie mix into a pan, placing it into the oven. desiree had took a quick power nap in the living room while waiting for them to cook being woken up to the smell of chocolate wafting in her nose.

“smells good..” she muttered, rubbing her eyes before she sat up, seeing demetrius make his way over to her, a plate in his hand.

“cut them up for you.” he spoke, sitting down beside her before handing her the plate of the freshly made brownies. desiree smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “thank you baby.”

“here.” she spoke, holding one up for him to try, which he gladly took a bite of, humming in satisfaction. “‘s good.” he muffled out, a satisfied smile on his face as he swallowed, before feeding her a piece of, seeing her chew, letting out a hum

“you like it?” she only nodded in response, taking another bite of the brownie as she got comfortable beside him, snuggling against him as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

“we should do this more often..” she muttered, demetrius humming in agreement as the two indulged in their sweet treat.

“we should.”

—

THATS IT ༼ つ ◕◡◕ ༽つ ehh kinda lazy but its okay 😛 was thinking about this so i wanted to write it but i hope y’all liked it.

[origin-of-orbits]

i have an ao3 acc

yeah, this an oc x oc fic between one of my phighting ocs (Decoy Deploy) and a friend's oc (Necrosapien Staff) and i love them

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: Haruto really wants Haneul to be his partner for his Halloween costume after Daehyun drops out. Unfortunately for him, Haneul was already asked by someone else. Pairing: Haneul x Miyoung (OCs) // Haeyoung x Aerum (OCs) // mentions of Daehyun x Chunhua (OCs) Tropes: hybrid au, (pre) idiots to lovers Genre: fluff, humor, suggestive, angst Rating: PG 13 Warnings: language, parties, alcohol, Haneul being no thoughts head empty, jokes about Haruto being in his whore phase, mentions of sex Word Count: 4,656 Note: this is late but whatever 🤪 there are text screenshots please note that below both there is more written!! Thank you to @sanjoongie for beta reading 🤍

Haneul & Miyoung Masterlist || Neo Hybridverse Masterlist

Before You Interact

“What do you mean you can’t anymore?” Haruto whines into the phone.

“It means that I can’t come to the party tonight. Chunhua is having a… rough… night, and I need to be here for her.” Daehyun reiterates through the phone.

“You can’t ditch?” “My wife? Absolutely not. I like sleeping in my bed. I understand you’re in your manwhore phase, but some people are married and have commitments that are above parties.”

The King Charles Poodle hybrid lets out a semi-playful growl, “That was a low blow, dude.”

The Basenji on the other end of the call lets out a small chuckle, “My brother, who may I remind you, was a fuck boy as long as he was able to be, is able to settle down and be a dad now. If he can do it, you can too.”

If his costume didn’t require Daehyun for it to make sense, it wouldn’t be a big deal. But Daehyun was going to be Dr. Jekyll, and he was going to be a sexy version of Mr. Hyde. The costume wouldn’t make sense without the Basenji hybrid.

“Imagine being already married at 21; I could never.” He teases, “You’re sure you can’t come? Without you, I’m just a slut.” He tries one last time.

“You know all too well that Hua and I are mates, so we didn’t need to wait to get married. And about you being a slut… well…” Daehyun draws out.

“Hey!”

“You kind of-” Daehyun gets cut off mid-sentence. “Hua, I’ll be right over, I promise.” He tells his wife, “As I was saying, you kind of are a-”

“Bro!” Haruto growls, “Fine, I’ll go ask Haneul if he’s willing to escape his mountain of textbooks to go with me.”

“Good luck!”

With that, Haruto hangs up the phone and sets out to find Haneul somewhere in the apartment. There could only really be two places the Samoyed hybrid could be in their shared home. Haneul is either in his bedroom or in the kitchen. There’s never an in-between. Venturing down the hall, he knocks on his best friend’s bedroom door and waits for a response. Haruto pops his head through the door when he hears the Samoyed make a rather noncommittal noise to call him in.

Haneul is standing, staring at his bed. More specifically, the bottle of fur dye on his bed next to an all-black outfit. The outfit is comprised of black slacks and a black button-up. That on its own isn’t what makes the outfit stand out. It’s the black leather collar that has round flat silver studs on it and a black leather harness that would go across his back and around his shoulders. Additionally, there are cuffs that match the collar for each of his wrists. They aren’t connected, but it’s very far from anything Haruto has ever seen his friend wear. Typically the slightly older puppy hybrid is wearing a hoodie and some sort of loose pants. 

“I just need to fucking commit to it.” Haneul grumbles mostly to himself.

“You good dude?”

“Peachy- I mean!” he stops himself and shakes his head, “I’m fine. What’s up?”

Haruto narrows his eyes at the Samoyed but continues anyway, “Apparently, Hua is having a rough night, and Daehyun won’t go to that party with me. Can you please be Dr. Jekyll? I need you to do it! I’ll just look like a slut if I don’t have Dr. Jekyll to my sexy Mr. Hyde.” he explains.

“You kinda are a-“

“Not you too!” Haruto whines. 

“Hate to burst your bubble,” Haneul starts with a sigh, looking back to the ensemble on his bed. “Mi asked me to do a costume with her already…” he lets his signature smile grace his face, and his tail starts wagging, “She chose the styling… clearly… I just need to put this temporary coloring on my ears and tail to make me a grey wolf instead of a white pup.”

“Give it to me!” Haruto beams, “I’ve watched Zumi dye hair so many times I’m practically a professional hairdresser!”

Haneul should’ve questioned it. He absolutely should’ve done it on his own. Against his better judgment, he lets his King Charles Poodle friend do it for him. If Haruto does it, he can’t chicken out the moment the product gets near his pure white fur. 

It doesn’t take long to get Haneul seated and his fur dyed. As much as he’s panicking internally, thanks to his father’s incessant worry of keeping his fur clean as a child, he doesn’t show it outwardly. Haruto, on the other hand, is having the time of his life. He had offhandedly said he’d take a random sheet in the apartment and be a Greek God instead of sexy Mr. Hyde. Haneul immediately teases him, saying he’s just changing the font of slut he is for the night. Once they get the product rinsed out and Haneul suffers through the hairdryer, the two go their separate ways to get dressed.

“There’s no way in any universe I can pull this off.” Haneul sighs, looking at the outfit again.

As much as he trusts his best friend, he isn’t too sure about this one. She asked him to be the big bad wolf for her Little Red Riding Hood costume. He can never say no to those big sparkly eyes. He lets out another exasperated sigh as he gets dressed. Once he fights through figuring out the harness (who made those things so hard), he looks at himself in the mirror. He left a few buttons undone, per Miyoung’s instructions. As much as he doesn’t think it works for him, he still snaps a few pictures for Miyoung’s obligatory Halloween post later in the week.

A knock sounds on his door, and he already knows it’s his roommate and best friend. When he opens the door, he’s met with the sigh of exactly what he expected. Haruto is poorly half-wrapped in a white sheet. He, of course, made sure half of his chest was exposed to show off his muscles.

“Dude, you look fucking hot.” Haruto blurts out, “I don’t swing that way, but goddamn…”

“Thanks?” Haneul responds.

“That’s not why I came over here, though. Did you and Miyoung finally fess up?” 

“No, why would we-”

“There’s my big bad wolf!” Miyoung’s voice floats into the space.

“Hey, Little Red.”

Haneul practically melts when she bounces her way over to him. The most fond smile grows on his face, and he fixes her hood, which had gotten caught on one of her tan bunny ears. Then he lets his hand fall to her hip. Miyoung’s costume was definitely not safe for work Little Red Riding Hood. Her top was practically just a low-cut white sports bra. Her chest could very easily fall out of it at any point. A black leather band runs around the bottom of her “top”, which only serves to make her chest look more full. The skirt she’s wearing is so small that it may as well not be there. The red silk barely covers her ass, and the small red biker shorts underneath are the only thing covering her modesty. Her bunny tail peaks out through the red silk. The silky red hooded cape rests over her shoulders and drapes down her back just until the top of the skirt. To finish off her ensemble, she has black leather thigh-high boots that have the thinnest heels on them that bring her up to just below Haneul’s chin rather than his chest, where she normally reaches. Her basket was a small black purse that likely only fits her phone and lipstick in it.

The costume is definitely going to be the death of Haneul, or at least his sanity, by the end of the night.

“Not dating, my ass.” Haruto grumbles to himself, “I’m heading out. If you two don’t make it to the party, I don’t want to know what roleplay you two get up to.”

“‘Ruto!” Miyoung gasps, “We’re just friends.”

“And I can smell.” he chuckles back, “I subscribe to the idea that Aerum has. You two are mates in denial.”

After a bit of bickering, the three of them end up heading to the party together. Parties have never been Haneul’s thing. They’re too loud. There are too many smells. Overall, they are not an enjoyable experiences for him. This one, though, he thinks he can manage his way through it. That’s what he tells himself. Until the moment they walk through the door, he immediately sees his baby sister and wants to scream. Her costume isn’t scary. She’s just a cryptid. It’s the way in which she fashioned it. She has runes drawn on her face, black lipstick, and a pair of pale grey contacts in her eyes. The issue arises with her outfit itself. Aerum wrapped herself in gauze and toilet paper, making sure to bind herself in a way that her chest was definitely an eye-catcher, and only wrapped her lower half enough to cover a bit below her butt. Her long fluffy white tail is fully out. Her entire mid is exposed, but she has gauze wrapping her arms until just above her elbows.

“Miyoung!” the younger Samoyed hybrid beams, “You look so good!”

Miyoung giggles and hugs her friend back, “You look so good! When you said cryptid, I didn’t know what you were planning! Is Haeyoung around here somewhere?”

Aerum nods, “My pretty little specter should be floating around somewhere. She’s probably monopolizing the snacks right now.”

Aerum lets her gaze fall past her bunny friend to see her older brother. She sarcastically gasps, then her eyes widen, processing that his fur is dark grey instead of white. 

“Dad’s gonna kill you!”

“Me?” Haneul emphasizes his question, “He’s gonna kill you when he sees your costume.”

“You dyed your fur!”

“It’s temporary. At least I’m not dressed… scandalously…”

“It’s the one time a year a girl can be a total slut and not get judged for it!” She yells back over the music.

Haruto comes sauntering over a moment later with Haeyoung in tow. Just as her girlfriend had suspected, Haeyoung had about four cookies in her hands. The Shiba hybrid immediately attaches herself to her Samoyed girlfriend and offers her one of the treats. Haeyoung’s interpretation of a specter is just as… creative… as her girlfriend’s interpretation of a cryptid. It suits the two puppies, though. 

“Ya know…” Haruto says, a drunk slur already present in his voice. “If you two need a third, I’m always fair game to-”

Haneul bares his canines at his tipsy friend, “Finish that sentence, and I’ll chop your dick off.”

“That’s fucking nasty, Haruto! Why would I want to fuck you!” Aerum gags playfully, “You probably got some sort of STD with how many people you fuck.” she adds to her teasing comment.

Haneul ends up letting out a low growl to express his distaste for both his sister’s costume choice and his friend’s comment. Miyoung reaches up and scratches the back of his head, making the puppy hybrid instantly melt. In the end, Miyoung drags her big bad wolf around between getting drinks and dancing. Just as Haneul expected, her costume is going to be the death of him. Miyoung’s heat ended a few weeks ago, but with how the two of them are interacting, mixed with a bit of alcohol, he wouldn’t be surprised if she sent him into an early rut.

While dancing, Miyoung turns around in his hold and wraps her arms around his neck to pull him down to her. At first, he thinks she’s about to kiss him, but she doesn’t. She puts her lips against his ear.

“Are you okay? You seem a little spacy.”

Haneul melts a little at how attentive she is to him, “I think,” he starts, voice slipping into the start of a growl, “we should head home.”

Miyoung’s sweet peach scent goes a hair’s width sweeter. Haneul smirks and pulls her closer to him.

“Shall we be off then?”

“What about ‘Ruto?” Miyoung questions.

“He said one of his friends would be here tonight… I don’t think he’s coming home any time soon.”

That’s the last thing Miyoung can remember when she wakes up. She’s certain that something had to have happened last night, judging by the fact that she’s sore and wearing one of Haneul’s shirts. Looking to the other side of the bed, she sees Haneul still fast asleep. He didn’t seem to wash out the temporary coloring last night. His fluffy ears are still the same shade of dark grey they were last night at the party. She nudges him, but the large puppy hybrid doesn’t move. A series of notifications pop up on his phone. Normally, Miyoung doesn’t check his phone, but she knew that recently his family group chat has been rather active. Deciding it would be better to check and wake him up if it’s important, she looks at his phone. She shouldn’t have.

Tears well up in her eyes. Why does her chest feel so empty? She feels dirty. Haneul made it very clear he’s not serious with this girl yet. Just by the way she texts him, though, she can tell this girl really likes him. Wiping away her tears before they can fall, she shoves the puppy hybrid. He groans and rolls closer to her. 

“Stay and cuddle for a bit, Mi.” His voice is still laced with sleep.

“I don’t think I should.” Miyoung says rather weakly, “Don’t you have plans today?”

“Yeah, to cuddle you all day.” He responds, voice dripping with affection despite his still sleepy state.

“You’re sure? No dates or anything?” She prods.

“Just dinner at my parents’ house… I have plenty of time until then.” He wakes up just enough to give her a suspicious look.

“You should check your texts.” She says flatly.

Miyoung gets out of bed, finds her Halloween costume pieces around the room, and puts them in a bag. She has a drawer of her clothes in his room, and even though they do smell like him, she reluctantly changes into a pair of sweatpants and a sweater. Miyoung doesn’t look at Haneul when she walks out of his room. The guilt of sleeping with him is already enough as it is. Having to see his confused and potentially hurt face before walking out would only make it worse.

Whipping out her own phone, she immediately calls Aerum. As odd as it is to call her, given that she’s Haneul’s younger sister, she knows that between her and her girlfriend, she’d get her mind off of whatever just happened. 

“Good morning?” Haeyoung answers.

“Youngie…” Miyoung sighs.

“Say no more. I’ll wake up Aerum and be ready with some tea for you when you get here.”

“Thanks…” the bunny hybrid responds, still clearly upset.

“Of course, I think your sister might be coming over in a little bit to hang out. Do you want me to text her and tell her there’s a change of plans?”

Miyoung shakes her head as if Haeyoung could see her, “It’s okay, she’ll hear about it eventually anyway.”

“Call me when you get here, okay?” The Shiba requests.

“Mkay… thank you, Haeyoung.”

Haeyoung hums in response before they say their goodbyes. Luckily Aerum’s apartment is no more than a 10-minute walk from Haneul’s. Jeno made sure of that when he gifted his daughter her apartment. When he had gifted Haneul his, he made sure it wasn’t too far from school or from home. As independent as he made his kids, he wanted them to know that he was always there for them. When Miyoung arrives at the younger Samoyed’s apartment, she shoots Haeyoung a text, and a moment later, the bunny hybrid is enveloped in a hug. It’s not either puppy hybrid. The scent of a caramel latte fills her nose. Chaewon. 

“I don’t know what that dumb dog did, but I’m ready to hunt him down if I need to.” Her younger sister ensures.

“Chae…” Miyoung starts, “I know you came to hang out with Aerum and Haeyoung, but-”

“None of that!” The younger bunny interrupts, “You’re my big sister, and you need someone to talk to. I’m your no-bullshit set of ears. You need me right now.”

Aerum comes trudging out of her bedroom, still clearly hungover still. Her hair is a mess, and the fur of her ears sticks out in every direction. Haeyoung is much more put together. The Shiba hybrid happily bounces beside her taller girlfriend. Her sweet orange scent fills the space and mingles with Aerum’s dessert wine scent. Of course, Miyoung’s typically sweet peachy scent is soured with her emotional state.

“I’m making coffee.” Aerum grumbles, “Then we plan on how to castrate my brother.”

Haeyoung giggles and kisses Aerum’s cheek, “You do that. We’ll be in the living room.”

Just as the two bunny hybrids sit down across from the cheery Shiba, Miyoung’s phone starts to ring. Her anxiety spikes at the idea that it could be Haneul trying to call and explain himself, but then she sees the caller ID, and it’s just her dad. Miyoung takes a deep breath and accepts the call.

“Hey, Dad.” She does her best to sound cheery.

“Hi, Mimi, how are you feeling?” Her dad hears right through her fake tone.

“I’m-” She takes a breath, “I’m okay, Dad. What’s up?”

“I know you’re more likely to answer the phone than your sister. I just wanted to let you know we’re planning to have dinner with the Lees tonight since your mom and I both have off tomorrow.”

Both her parents work in the local hospital. Her dad, Jaemin, is a pediatric surgeon. Her mom is a pediatric psychiatrist. The two of them both work their asses off to make sure all four of their kids have the best life they can. 

“O-okay, Dad. I’ll let Chae know.”

“I love you, Mimi!” Her dad sings.

“I love you too, Dad.”

As she hangs up, she already feels her sister’s eyes on her. The slightly younger bunny is nosy, as can be. Another one of ‘the kids’, as their parents call them, who believe that she and Haneul are actually mates.

“We’re going to Jeno’s for dinner tonight.” She informs the tan and white bunny hybrid.

“Tonight?” Chaewon questions, “I thought that Mom and Dad had a night shift?”

“Apparently not.” Miyoung grumbles.

The older bunny drops her head into her hands. Her floppy tan ears fall down against her arms, swishing lightly against her skin. Aerum walks in and sees her friend’s distressed state. She doesn’t say a word until she’s sat beside her girlfriend and takes another sip of her coffee.

“So… you just came from Haneul’s.” The Samoyed hybrid observes.

“Don’t.” Miyoung warns, “I know damn well that I smell like him.”

“Wanna tell us what happened?”

Miyoung lets out an exasperated sigh and sits back on the couch. Recounting what happened over the night (of what she can remember), and this morning, she doesn’t look at any of the younger hybrids in the room. The ceiling seems far more interesting right now. Chae’s eyes are trained on her, her fingers playing with the white tips of her bunny ears. Haeyoung is just as focused, though. It’s as if the cogs are turning at full speed in her head. As a criminal justice and law major, she’s great at dissecting a situation, even with only one side of the story. Aerum, on the other hand, is typing something out at rapid speeds onto her phone.

“So…” Haeyoung breaks the silence after Miyoung’s anecdote, “Did you let him explain?”

“No.” The eldest bunny admits, “I wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. I completely ignored Haruto walking down the hallway when I was leaving.”

Miyoung looks to Aerum and sees the older puppy hybrid thinking deeply while looking into her coffee. There was a 50/50 chance that she would lecture her about how she should just accept that she and Haneul are mates.

“Maybe you should trust him. My brother’s an idiot. Believe me, I know. But, he loves you. If he promises that they aren’t serious, then you shouldn’t feel guilty for sleeping with him. If they were serious, he wouldn’t have slept with you.”

“And if we’re being honest… he always chooses you over the girls he talks to or dates. You’re his best friend at the end of the day, even if you do sleep together on occasion.” Chaewon adds, “Yeah, we’ll have to suffer through dinner a little bit tonight, but remember, he really does care about you more than anyone else in the world.”

Miyoung nods, and the four of them fall into calm conversation. The oldest of the group couldn’t be more thankful for her friends and sister.

Chaewon ends up driving her older sister back to her dorm to let her get properly ready for dinner. Even as she gets herself ready, Miyoung has no idea why this morning’s interaction bothered her so much. Haneul didn’t even remember he had a date with the girl, so why was she worried about upsetting her? It shouldn’t bother her. They aren’t dating. Hell, they’re barely even sleeping together (when you don’t include her heat or Haneul’s rut). Shaking her head, she finishes getting ready, only to notice a text from her best friend.

She waits not even five minutes until the large puppy hybrid sends her another text saying he arrived outside her dorm building. The moment she gets downstairs, she’s met with his bright smile and (still grey) fluffy ears. There’s a subtle bit of tension still in the air when she climbs into the passenger seat of the vehicle. Haneul’s typically strong mint scent is almost dull, and Miyoung knows her sweet peach scent is still the slightest bit sour.

“How was your date?” Miyoung asks once the car is in motion.

“I didn’t go… I told Sanghee it was probably best if we didn’t start dating officially.” Haneul admits.

“Why? I thought you liked her? She seemed like she really liked you too.” The bunny hybrid questions.

“I don’t think I’m ready to date. I should focus on my education and my friends.”

Miyoung doesn’t respond. It seems to be a response that the older hybrid always has when he goes through a breakup or stops talking to someone. He’s either not ready to date, or he wants to focus on a different part of his life. The only common denominator in the situation is Miyoung.

“You’re dad’s gonna kill you.” Miyoung teases lightly after a bit of silence.

“I already accepted that… I can’t believe I let Haruto dye my hair. I bet he didn’t even read the instructions right.”

After a bit of awkward tension, the two friends finally fall back into their rhythm and chat the whole way to the Lee household. Once they arrive at Haneul’s family home, they quickly discover that, yet again, they’re the last to arrive. Miyoung immediately notices her dad’s car in the driveway. The comforting smell of her home gently wafts the air as she passes by it. In front of it is Aerum’s car. Her bent bumper is a telltale sign that it’s definitely hers. Haneul walks ahead and opens the door to allow Miyoung to walk in first.

Her father practically shouts her name in the most loving tone before wrapping his arms around her. He barrages her with questions about how she’s doing and how everything has been going this year at university. As the eldest of four, he’s naturally very worried about her moving away from home. Her three younger siblings are in the living room with Aerum. The seventeen-year-old twins, Chaewon and Seojun, are bickering as they always do. Meanwhile, the ever-logical thirteen-year-old Hyejin is sitting beside Haneul’s nineteen-year-old sister Aerum, trying to peacefully read a book despite the chaos around her.

“Your fur!” Jeno’s voice pierces through the air.

“Dad, I swear-” Haneul starts.

“Why is your fur grey?” His dad questions.

Haneul sighs, “Miyoung was Little Red Riding Hood at a party last night and wanted me to be the Big Bad Wolf… I kinda let Haruto use Aerum’s extra temporary dye on my fur.”

“Temporary?” The youngest Samoyed hybrid questions, “Haneul! You fucking idiot! That’s a permanent dye!”

Silence falls across the living area. Jeno’s smooth pine scent goes sharp with stress. After all the years of protecting his childrens’ snowy white fur from markers and paint, they still both managed to mess up the coloring. 

“I’ll have ‘Ruto text Azumi tomorrow… I’m sure she can fix it…” Haneul offers.

“Enough of your worrying, pup.” Haneul’s mother voices, “Dinner’s ready.”

The two families sit around the table, catch up on life, and float through conversations. Having dinners with both families has been a tradition since before any of the kids were born and continues even now that three out of the six of them are adults. Soon enough, the inevitable question comes.

“You have any pictures from this party?” Miyoung’s mother asks, “You two doing a costume together is so sweet!”

“Um…” Miyoung starts, “I do…”

“Let’s see!” Haneul’s mother adds.

“Mom… this was a college party…” Haneul reminds her, “I don’t think-”

“We know how college costume parties work… we were both in college once!” Miyoung’s mother interrupts him.

“Babe, please… don’t do this to me.” Jaemin says with a slightly tense voice.

Miyoung lets out a sigh and then looks to her best friend. Haneul just shrugs.

“Don’t say we didn’t warn you.” The tan bunny hybrid sighs again, pulling up the pictures on her phone.

“Oh! Those are… quite the costumes.” Her mother immediately comments.

Jeno happened to glance over at the screen just as his friend’s wife scrolls to a picture of the five hybrids that had attended last night’s party.

“Lee Aerum?!” He yells out in frustration.

Aerum nearly choked on a chunk of beef, “Miyoung said she tried to warn you guys!”

“My baby pup…” Jeno groans in defeat.

“Chae, Jinnie…” Jaemin sounds as if he’s about to have a mental breakdown, “Please tell me you’ll never do that to me.”

Seojun nudges his dad, “Why didn’t you include me in that, Dad?” The grey bunny hybrid questions.

“You’re not like-” Jeno clears his throat, “I trust you not to act wild once you become an adult.”

“I’m only thirteen, Dad.” Hyejin states matter-of-factly.

“I-” Jaemin interrupts himself, “I can’t win, can I?” he asks his wife.

She simply chuckles and passes the phone back to her eldest daughter. Miyoung looks back at the puppy hybrid beside her. They communicate something silently before she places her phone back in her hoodie (stolen from Haneul). There’s something lingering in the air between them. Neither of them wants to say it, though. After all their years of friendship, something in the air seems to have tangibly shifted. Maybe the Big Bad Wolf is more appealing to Little Red than either had originally thought.

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[innerenigma]

•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•

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[simonz-angel]

shower time w/ simon n his pretty lil roommate

water beats down at his shoulders, scorching drops pelting down the arch of his arms, down the rippling muscles of his chest. soap lingers on his skin as his hand words quick strokes over his cock, head falling back to let water run through his hair and over his flushed face.

on the other side of the shower curtain there you are, he can barely see the silhouette of your body, can barely make out the soft of your voice. but fuckkkk the mere outline of your plush curves had him in some fuckin trance.

“ugh, i still don’t understand why they couldn’t just come over and watch a movie with us.” you’re speaking of your friends, painting your lips in a cherry, explosive red as you get ready to go out to the bar together. but simon couldn’t focus on anything except the emphasis of us. good god.

he presses his free hand to the striking cold shower tiles, lip stung between his teeth as he chokes back his guttural noises. his stomach rising, flexing and pulling back suddenly taut against his organs, breath ragged.

“si?” you chirp, and he can hear the click of your heels at the edge of the curtain. he can see the slightly sliver of your soft, thick legs. fuck fuck fuck. “would you tell me if i look good in this.”

and he abides, folding his back to the shower wall, hips reeled forward to keep working his hand. and when the beads of water strike his cock, he’s in shambles, jaw dropping and eyes rolling, barely concealing his reaction when his neck rolls and his head hits the cool tile.

his eyes scan you, your sweet dress cuts down into your breasts, accentuating em in a way that they spill into his face. it cuts into the plush of your waist, silhouetting your figure sweetly. and when his eyes drop to your legs, his cock spurts.

“so?” you giggle, giving him a lil spin, before you’re popping a hip in question. “how do i look?”

and simon chuckles to himself, pulling his lip between his teeth to hide the whimper that works itself up his goddamn throat.

“y-you look beautiful, babe.” he chokes slightly, desperate to lick the tang of your red lip off, to have it ringed round the base of him. n his head rolls back, low eyes looking down your dress as he mumbles, “one more spin for me?”

[meganegatari]

my fav art of her yall...

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[elysianightsss]

Something something becoming an accidental prostitute for Simon lol.

Hear me out though, you’re at a bar. You’re making out, you’ve had a little too much to drink. Not enough to be completely gone like you’re sure Simon is but enough to be making out with a stranger.

Then you’re back in his truck, he’s practically begging for you to let him fuck you and you say no. You ‘don’t do that type of shit, one night stands and all that’ you say. Simon’s next thing is to beg for a blowjob, you again say no. ‘Part of the boyfriend package’ blah blah blah.

Then Simon delivers his final offer. He is so desperate he offers to pay for a handjob, he cringes after the words come out of his mouth thinking you’d be offended. But to his surprise you say yes. You need the money, and want him to feel good so why the heck not.

And it’s the best damn handjob he’s had in his life.

He drives you home and soon enough after a few days he’s at your door offering more money for another handjob. You feel a little dirty but when his calloused hand slides up your thigh and his hot breath is fluttering on your neck, the feeling fizzles away into something else.

Seeing him come undone with just your touch drives you wild, it becomes increasingly difficult not to do more for him. So when Simon comes over again, this time you kneel in front of him watching as his dark eyes widen when your knees hit the ground.

And just like your handjobs, it’s the best damn blowjob he’s ever had in his life. All sloppy and filthy, not like he imagined but so much better.

You don’t ask for anything but after Simon has kissed you goodbye -(after he’s done begging to let him make you cum)- you turn to find a stack of cash on the coffee table, almost double the amount he’d given for the handjob.

It’s not long after that, that you give in and let him spend hours between your thighs. He even pays you for that, mumbles into your cunt that it’s just as good as your lips around his cock as he ruts his hips into the mattress. You don’t see it until later, long after he’s left, but there is a triple stack of cash on your nightstand.

A day later you receive a text from him saying he’ll be gone for a couple of weeks on work but he can’t wait to see you when he’s back. You feel a strange fluttering sensation in your tummy that makes you feel sick. You thought Simon was the type to hide his feelings and be more stoic and blunt so seeing that message from the hulking giant has your stomach in knots.

It stays that way, you can’t rid the feeling so much so that when he finally shows up at your door you tell him whatever it is between you had to end. It was certainly not the welcome Simon was expecting after dealing with a gruelling mission with nothing but men for weeks on end. He feels something snap in his mind and suddenly he’s throwing you on the bed, gripping your jaw, brown eyes glaring into yours as he speaks, “I’m not goin nowhere sweet’art.”

You ‘fight’ with him blah blah blah but let’s get real you let him finger fuck your pussy until you go cross eyed. You let him fuck you into the mattress until you can barely remember your own name. You let him kiss your neck until the sun starts to rise. And you let him pull your body into his as you both drift off to sleep together.

In the morning you hear the envelope, heavy with weight to it, placed down on your nightstand. Then Simon kisses your forehead and whispers he’ll be back later to take care of you.

Then, the money stops appearing but he’s still fucking you. Soon the rent is paid in cash by an anonymous ‘good samaritan’. And before you know it, you’re waking up with a glittering diamond on your wedding finger and a swollen belly that moves when Simon says I love you.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

whatever you want

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, ab riding, tit fucking, semi public sex, established relationship, cumming in mouth, mentions of future and past sex, lots of talk about rafes muscles, reader is kinda described as having big (or at least decent sized) breasts, lots of banter can these bitches just shut up and fuck oh my goddddd

“again.” you call, almost sounding drunk despite being completely sober.

rafe sighs, rolling his eyes, but the side of his lip quirks up, unable to hide how much he likes your fascination.

rafe flexes again, his arms bulging and pecs tightening. you reach out, smoothing your hands over the hard muscles.

“you're so strong.” you coo, sat on rafes lap despite the hot temperature of the day, which resulted in rafe pulling his shirt off.

"you're acting like you've never seen me shirtless before.” rafe says with a chuckle.

“shh, let me appreciate you.” you shake your head. sure, you've seen him shirtless plenty of times but rafe was bulking up for summer and it caused all his muscles to be deliciously defined.

“alright, whatever.” rafe flexes again, not going to argue too much when he has your hands obsessively touching every part of his body.

your hands move down to his stomach, fingers running over his abs. “if you let me ride your abs, i’d let you do whatever you want to me.”

“you-” rafe places his hands on his hips, sitting up straighter. “you want to ride my abs?”

“yeah.” you nod, quirking your head to the side. “you know, like rub my pussy against them.”

“shit, do it right now.” rafe looks down at your short shorts, barely covering more than your underwear does.

“yes!” you squeal out, hopping up and tugging your bottoms and panties off, not caring that you’re in the backyard and anyone could theoretically come by. “lay back.” you instruct.

rafe lays on the couch, smiling up at you as you climb on top of him. “you’ll have to flex for me as im doing this.” you inform rafe, placing your pussy on his abdomen. “especially your pecs.” you poke his chest.

“you’re such a slut for my body.” rafe chuckles, hands coming to your hips, pushing you further down, feeling your wetness as your thighs spread even more open.

“i can’t help that you’re so sexy.” you shrug, hips starting to move back and forth in a slow rock, carefully building up the pace, wanting to enjoy being sat on his stomach.

you lean forward, placing your hands on his chest for stability, pressing your clit further against his muscles. rafe flexes his muscles and they harden underneath you.

“rafe!” you squeal. 

“i guess you like that, huh?” rafes hands squeeze at your hips and lift up, placing you harder back down on his stomach. “oh, you like that too.” he smiles as he bounces you again and you moan out.

“i really like that.” you hum, eyes struggling to stay open with the pleasure, but you want to keep your eyes on rafe beneath you. its rare he lets you take over like this.

you moan as you both bounce, using your knees to go up and down while rafe assists so you don’t get burnt out. 

you pull your top off, revealing the bikini top you’re wearing underneath, ready to go swimming whenever you’re done playing with rafe, needing to get in the water on this sweltering day.

“jesus, your tits are perfect.” rafe smiles as he watches your chest bouncing, sitting up to rub his face in between your pushed together breasts, the bikini top holding them tight together.

“not as perfect as yours.” you giggle, hands squeezing at his chest, palms over his nipples.

“don’t call them tits.” rafe rolls his eyes as he lays back, head against the cushion.

“well, whatever you wanna call them, i fucking love your muscles. your pecs-” you squeeze your hands again, digging into his soft flesh until rafe flexes and they harden. “your biceps-” you move your hands, and rafe flexes again, his muscles bulging. “your abs.” this time you press your pussy down, rubbing against the contours and ridges.

“you’re lucky that you offered to let me do whatever i want to you otherwise i wouldn’t have agreed to this.” rafe smirks.

“oh yeah?” you raise an eyebrow. “what are you gonna do to me?” there’s truly nothing rafe could do to your body that wouldn’t bring you pleasure, you glow just under his attention alone.

“fuck your tits.” rafe smirks, eyes moving down from your face to your chest. “as soon as your done, right here for anyone to see.”

“damn, you could do anything and you don’t want to fuck my asshole or tie me up?” you laugh, expecting something more from rafe.

“you’d let me do all that whenever anyways.” rafe pushes your hips down, grinding you against him. you moan and lean forward, your hands coming back to rafes chest. 

“keep doing that.” you whimper, eyes sliding closed as your mouth drops open, moans filling the air and being carried away by the wind. 

rafe keeps moving, the veins in his forearm flexing as your wetness spreads over his abs, coating them in your slick, allowing your pussy to drag even easier.

“im-im close.” you warn, swallowing thickly.

rafe grunts and increases his hold, tightening his grip on your hips so you can’t slip loose, grinding you down as he flexes his abs, the hardness rubbing against your clit making you moan out, body falling forward as you cum hard, shaking as rafe lets up on you, hands loosening and moving to rub your back.

“fuck.” you whine, snuggling into his chest, letting your hips drop down, feeling rafes hardness pressing against your stomach.

rafe starts to move as you cry out, not ready to do anything more than close your eyes and feel his warmth against your cheek.

“come on, brat.” rafe chuckles. “i wanna fuck your tits while you’re all spaced out from your orgasm. you know i love you like this.” 

you hum a sound thats close enough to agreement that rafe flips you so you’re underneath him, laying on your back on the couch as he stands.

“you’re so gorgeous like this.” rafe says as he undoes his belt buckle, then pushing his pants and underwear down, his hard cock popping up.

“wanna taste.” you whine, eyes still droopy.

“nope.” rafe shakes his head. “we made a deal. i know you like to taste me, but im fucking your tits. take your top off.”

rafe pulls at the strings of your bikini, flinging it away to reveal your pink nipples to the sunlight.

“fine, but will you at least cum a little in my mouth?” you pout as rafe kneels on either side of you, glad that the outdoor couch is big enough for all of these activities.

“sure, baby.” rafe chuckles, just another way of showing how desperate you are for him.

rafes hands land on your tits, palms rubbing on your nipples, feeling them harden against his palms, not unlike when he was flexing his muscles for you earlier.

rafes hands move to the sides of your breasts, pushing them together. “god, you look so fuckable right now.”

“yeah? gonna fuck me later then? maybe out on the boat hm? after you’re done with my tits?”

“the boat, the bed, the counter, the shower, im gonna have you everywhere.” rafe bends down to press a kiss to the tip of your nose.

you smile up at him, a lazy, tired smile. rafe angles his hips down, the head of his cock pushing against the underside of your tits before slipping in between them.

“oh!” your eyebrows raise, surprised at the unusual feeling, but certainly not disliking it as he begins to move back and forth.

“shit.” rafe grunts. “fuck.”

you swat rafes hands away, pressing your tits together for him. rafe leans forward, hands landing on either side of your neck, his face contorted in pleasure directly over yours.

you look down, eyes watching the head of rafes cock appearing and disappearing between your breasts.

“this is- this is fucking good.” rafe grunts, moving faster. “im- im not gonna last very long.”

you stick your tongue out, rafes cock just long enough to hit it with the tip of his cock as he thrusts. you relish the taste, pulling your tongue back into your mouth every couple thrusts to spread the taste.

“thats it, baby.” rafe moans, one hand moving to your mouth, two fingers pulling at the side of your lip, spreading your mouth wider.

you moan out, tongue open and ready for his cum. rafe fucks forward as fast as he can, just like he does your pussy when you spread your legs wide for him.

“cumming.” rafe manages to say as he surges forward, burying his cock in your mouth as his hand wraps around his length, stroking up and down as he reaches his high, cum spurting into your mouth as you happily swallow.

rafe moans slowly die out and become quieter until hes pulling out of your mouth. “get up my legs are about to give out.” he says quickly, and you barely slide off the couch before he collapses.

you giggle and climb on top of him, pressing kisses to his cheek as his chest heaves up and down.

“im guessing you liked that.” you rub your thumb over his bottom lip.

“yeah.” rafe smiles, his eyes sliding shut.

“so, boat ride now?”

“jesus, woman give me a second.” rafe laughs, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

[larz-barz]

I need this right now-

Hideaki experiencing burnout so Mikitama helps him to find motivation and joy again :3

ofc sibby🥰

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Burnt out

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Warning(s)/info: Burnout, fluffy cuties, Hideaki is @hotelcaliforniaenbydancer’s oc

Tagging: @hotelcaliforniaenbydancer @nothingtoseehere1-2-3 @rosalinastan1 @ayunakatsukiwolfhashira @pinkwisteria @kimetsu-chan @slayfics @night-mince10000000000000000001 @frostburn-shoto @floofgryph @muichirolover14 @muichirosboba @kiyokatokito

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Hideaki sighs as he stares up at the ceiling with a bored and sad expression, sprawled across the couch.

He can’t help but smile slightly when Mikitama jumps onto the couch, in her kitten form, then crawls onto his chest as he gently scratches under her chin. “Hi, Mikita...” He gently hugs her close.

He jumps slightly when Miki turns into her regular form. “What’s wrong, Hide..?” She asks with a worried expression and Hideaki sighs then kisses the top of her head.

He sits up and cuddles her close while playing with her hair and stroking her ears. “I’m just feeling burnt out and unmotivated… You being here is already helping me feel better though.” Hideaki smiles and kisses her forehead.

Mikitama snuggles closer. “I’m glad I’m helping you a bit…” He hums softly in acknowledgement then cups her cheek in one hand, gently stroking her soft skin with his thumb.

“You’re my motivation, my precious Mikita… You bring me so much joy and happiness… I can’t help but feel like I can do anything with you by my side…” He murmurs before pulling her in for a soft kiss on the lips, to which she reciprocates immediately.

When the two pull away, Hideaki starts humming his lullaby to Mikitama and she yawns softly, being lured into a gentle slumber in his embrace, Hideaki also falling asleep soon after.

~the end~

i’m rlly sorry this is so short🥺 i wanted to get this done asap for you💖💖💖

[spiderbte]

Living With The Dead

Newly divorced, Ramona Swan, moves into a house from the 1800s, for an incredibly cheap price as well! But this house has it's skeletons in it's closet — literally.

Opening one too many wrong doors unleashed the darling Louis from his slumber, dead as dust, but looking as lively as a a junebug.

Can the dead really love the living?

𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍 — 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂

❛ A healing touch, a naked breast, sage and skin of snake. No matter what the good you did, you'll wind up at the stake ❜ — Same Old Energy - Kiki Rockwell

𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍 — 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄

❛ Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth. No grave can hold my body down — I'll crawl home to her ❜ —Work Song - Hozier

Tags : (for things like aesthetic and reminders)

Ramona : 𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍 — 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐂

Louis : 𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍 — 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐒𝐄

STORY TAG : 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃

[metranart]

Imagine Gojo setting a condition to his Clan for him to give them an heir. "It's HER or no one." The elders aren't happy that he chose a non-sorcerer, but they reluctantly agree... that is, if Gojo manages to convince you.

“Come here-...I’m far from done, kitten.”

God, Gojo still makes you nervous, with his mouth buried between your legs for longer than you can even imagine. Why are you still so nervous? Is it the proximity? Is it the way he leans in to make eye contact while he licks you? Is it those blue piercing eyes? Or that immensely amused smirk that twists his lips just enough so he can keep eating you out?

"Mmmmm... stop moving so much, (Y/N). We are making a mess of my desk..." he purrs, all too pleased to watch your eyes roll to the back of your skull. "That’s my good girl..." the man between your legs, praises, "my future bride to be...-"

"T-...that's still u-...under discussion, S-Satoru." Your quivering protests are sweet chords of music for him, "I already t-.... told you that I d-don't want to be part of the jujutsu world.... nor b-belong to a-.... any clan."

"Not any clan, pretty. MY clan." 

You hear him slurp greedily at your folds and feel a warm trick of saliva run down your ass, and when your mouth is about to throw another protest-... Satoru Gojo makes a vacuum on your quivering clit with that annoying mouth of his. Your thighs tense and the muscles of your stomach follow, a quake that rakes your entire form, making you a pathetic mock of a human.

Both your hands fly to cover your mouth and Satoru chuckles deep, amused rumble that cracks the rest of your self-control. Your cheeks grow in the most adorable shade of pink, and your breathing hastens.

"So CUTE~"

Satoru whimpers, dumb founded, his broad chest puffing with so much fervor, so much blinding endearment that he feels like about to explode. He can see the doubt in your beautifully contorted features, and he dips his tongue inside you, fucking you with that fat tongue to try to make you agree to his terms, to be HIS.

Dammit! You feel… amaaaaaazing. Why? It’s like a flip inside you only he can switch at will—... even so, he’s dangerous, you remember. He’s a special grade sorcerer, you remember. He’s a mystery, he’s unpredictable—he’s invincible, unreadable, impenetrable and lethal with a playful smile, and you really know absolutely nothing about him. 

Yet, he insists that you belong together. He insists on putting his child inside you, he insists that he will take care of you and his life will be yours. He insists that you belong in his world and if you're not there, he won't be there either. He insists on fucking you stupid every chance he gets, bending you over surfaces, of course! Always putting his coat or his shirt or any piece of his clothing, just so your skin never comes into contact with any unworthy surface. He insists, he insists and insists and insists...

“Fuck—” he growls, grabbing your hips, “—why are you... h-how do you manage to always have me wrapped around your little finger—?” 

“I want you, Satoru-u... but I can't-” 

He stops you with a soft but firm, squeeze to your waist. 

“Not like this,” he pants, tipping his head to slowly lick a strip down your sweet cunt, a farewell caress, the whisper of a kiss to his last effort before lunch time is over and he can try again, later. “Let me pretend just for a little longer that you said yes—"

Your gaze drops to his trembling thighs and the warmth that settles in the pit of your tummy is intensified by the clear drop of precum shining at the tip of his gloriously thick and long cock, now achingly swollen and a mouthwatering shade darker in color than the rest of him.  

“I'm yours, Satoru-” you offer in a quiet whisper and can feel him shake his head. “You aren't.... but I’ll make you change your mind. You, just watch me, kitten."

➡️ 👀 NSFW Sneak Peek artwork HERE ;)

➡️ FULL NSFW ART of this story

[tojbnuy]

roommate!sukuna who is having a really hard time with you his new roommate. he thinks he should be offended at this rate. did you think he was gay? what other reasoning could there be for the way you act and dress infront of him. he knew for a fact that when you left the house this morning you had on a cardigan buttoned right to the top. and yet you walked into his room on your way in to show him your new nails and all that covered you was a tiny pair of shorts and a thin tank top with the lace of your bra peeking through.

“kuna looooook i got polka dots and a new shape, do you like them?”

how was he supposed to focus on your nails when your tits were practically in his face, pushed together due to the way you were positioned.

‘yeah brat they’re nice, and it’s cold put some clothes on.’

‘i’m not colddd’ you sing songed on your way out.

and this may not sound so bad, but there was also the time you had gotten your shirt mixed up with his in the wash. and when he had asked you if that was his shirt you were wearing you simply said Oops! and proceeded to take it off then and there infront of him. and only when he saw the bottom of your breasts did he realize you weren’t wearing a bra. he had managed to turn around in time and was perplexed at why you would strip infront of him with the biggest smile on your face. you weren’t even trying to be seductive you were just you. and he was beginning to be offended. why weren’t you attracted to him. he was insanely attracted to you. everytime you plopped down next to him on the couch for your movie nights in your tiny shorts or just plain underwear he’d have to cover his lap with a cushion at the immediate semi. everytime you mouthed off to him he had to convince himself not to put you over his knee. and when you napped in his bed instead of yours and sprawled your legs out as if you owned the place with one of your stupid plushies brought along with you and his pillow shoved between your thighs. that, he wasn’t so mad about however, sometimes it still smelt like you when he was touching himself at night with the thought of your soft body fresh in his mind.

you were frankly becoming a pain in the ass and he was ready to sort it out.

a/n: not proofread sorry. also starting my jjk men as roommates drabbles, feel free to send in suggestions! :) PART TWO OUT HERE

[nanamisgirly]

imagine nerd!Choso, you both are in the same degree. he didn't really noticed you at first but, for some unknown reasons, he kept bumping into you— wether in the hallway or you'd be few rows in front of him during lectures. And just like that, he developed an obsession toward you. and might god forgive him, but he couldn't help jerking off his cock at the thought of his length disappearing between your lips, eyes flickering up at him with a teasing glint. he was kind of sad you didn't even know he existed :/

but how lucky! in one of your lesson, the teacher assigned a partnered project. and fortunately, the duo were made with a randomized system!! Choso did not think twice, with some quick manipulation on his computer, he paired himself…with you! almost too easy

on your side tho, you had never heard the name Choso before. So when you reached out to set up a time for the project, you didn't expect much of it. But now…sitting across from him…his wide figure looming over the table, inked arms straining against the ridiculous tightness of his shirt…that was another story. How hadn't you noticed such a pretty face?? sharp eyes lined with kohl, two messy buns with some rebellious strands framing his beautiful features, and perfect dark purple painted nails tapping against the table. ‘am i blind or sum?’ you wondered. 

nerd!Choso was originally awkward with social interaction but more so when it came to you. He clears his throat "I- uh," he started, voice trembling "f-for the work, would you like t-t- to…" his cheeks flushed an adorable pink as you stared at him, giving him time to formule his thoughts ‘such a cute boy’ you mused.

"we can do it at my home!" he suddenly blurted out, words rushed, as if the poor man hadn’t said it now, he never would have :( "i- i mean, t-the assignment! o-of course..." he was so embarrassed of himself, his hands nervously cupping his warm milk chocolate "if— if you want to.." his eyes darted anywhere but yours, unable to hold your gaze. not when you were looking so intently, like you were seeing right through him. because what if you had some superpowers, the kind to read his horny thoughts, the kind to know exactly how many times he fucked his fist to the image of your pretty mouth stuffed full of his aching cock. catastrophe!!!!

nerd!Choso was blushing furiously, messier, stuttering over his words more than usual when you were unconditionally giving your best to give the man a gooood ride. “p-p-please” he whined, voice breaking. You leaned in, your breath warm against his ear “tell me, my pretty shy boy…what are you begging for, hmm? use your words, pretty". 

choso's hands gripped your thighs like a lifeline, fingers digging into your skin. “y-you— mngh, it's— it's too good. i can't last— i— please,” he choked out, eyes glossy as you slammed your hips down harder. His happy trail rubbed against your clit with every grind. the friction giving you as much pleasure as him.

“preeetty boy," you cooed, trying to maintain your composure despite having his fat dick stretching you enough to see stars. “is this what you've been thinking about the whole year? me riding you? or even better,” your mouth went for his neck, licking softly, contrasting with the pulsing grip of your cunt, milking his cock. "touching yourself to the thought of my glossy lips wrapped around your pathetically big dick ?" your voice was so sensual "tell me, tell me and i'll give you what you want” that man was moaning, the sluttiest moans escaping his throat. in response, your walls clenched harder, trying to suck him in even deeper at this point. “i— i was— i mean, i- fuckfuckfuck" choso were sure he lost the ability to form a simple sentence, his head falling back as he felt his tip kissing your cervix. but he tried his best to continue "i— i was…pumping my— my cock at the- mngh, thought o-of you..t-takin' me…d-d-deep,” poor boy was losing his mind. You've never seen a man being that pussy drunk, so openly lost into you, that was addicting.

your fingers trailed over his inked pecs, moving along the curves of his tattoos making their way to his nipples, and you pinched. not too rough to hurt but enough to send jolts of pleasure through his body. “look at this good boy," you sighed, feeling choso throbbing inside you. "earned the right to cum inside me… would you like that?”. 

you loved teasing him. he was a total whimpering, fucked out mess beneath you. ‘so cute’

nerd!Choso was as sure as the sky is blue that you had superpowers, somehow. and you both sure as well scored a beautiful A on the assignment.

(*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

[simonz-angel]

can we just imagine painter simon… who loves his accuracy

“open your legs up, love.”

it’s a soft command, one that rolls off his tongue coated in a sugary, sweet accent. a soft whisper, eyes scanning the area of your bare legs, flickering to the slack of your breasts.

“i- you know what i look like, si,” you breathe low, a soft flush peppering your cheeks till it slips down your neck. you’d been together years now, yet you couldn’t help to shy away from his wandering eyes. they trace, map and memorize. he was dragging, tittering you up into embarrassment.

“nice ‘n’ wide fr’me, honey, it’s a portrait of you, it has to show perfection.” n his blonde lashes flutter, the candied soft brown of his eyes meet yours. you can’t help the hesitation, a sticky mess coats your inner thighs. he’d been staring so deep into his precision, it had your self esteem rolling, had your pussy drooling.

your head rolls slowly, heart skittering nervously as your doughy thighs part themselves slowly. you can’t help the burn of your cheeks, stomach sucking in a deep breath as fresh air hits you cold.

n there’s a soft chuckle, simon was in awe. staring at the pretty mess of your pussy, you’d been embarrassed and he’d been obsessed, suddenly parched and in need of a slick hydration. “don’t be so shy now, baby, you seem pretty excited to be here.”

and he’d be more than sure to add the white highlights to the canvas, accentuating that sparkling, glossy mess covering your soft thighs, dripping down into the crease beneath the sweet opening of your cunnie.

like like is it just me or like…. like…